Running late. (as usual)

Note my youngest offspring is trying to hide something in his pocket. (as usual)

The Mama: Whatever it is, take it out, and hand it to me slowly (this is the best way to do it in case something alive happens to be handed to the mama).

Out comes a plastic gun. I have no time to give the horrified routine. I have no time for lectures or anger. One raised eyebrow is the very best I can do. So… I continue my morning: I drive to work, and attempt to find parking. (As usual) I am forced quite a ways from my building. I grab my laptop, manage to get my purse off the floor (sans a deadly tipped over handbag disaster), shut and lock the car door, and JUST as I’m about to briskly walk down the block, I see the plastic gun. Granted, nobody would probably think any soul driving a 98 Toyota with carseats in the back would be idiotic enough to leave a real weapon in plain sight on the passenger seat, however it’s not something to take chances with. So… I re-open the door, bend over the front seat and grab the gun. Where? I ask myself…. Where to put this? (conscious that the time is ticking and I’d like to save enough to grab a coffee) After a moment of pondering, looking at this gun, I lean over the back seat and shove it under a picnic blanket that’s sitting there. Very gratifying. If I were ever a gansta, I’d be an exceptional one… All in a morning’s work. (smiling to self)… Concealing weapons in the blink of an eye…

and.

of course.

as i look up,

out the car window…

A construction guy who is working beside my car - above ground doing something with a load of sparks and metal… has been observing me as I’ve frantically leaned over, stared nervously at this weapon, and shoved it under the blanket in my backseat. Nice work, Mama. Nice.

(the fbi was NOT called - but I’m still expecting it)

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